Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Ten City,
UT,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Slave,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.